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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

the girls at the green hotel
are more beautiful than
movie stars
and they lounge on the
lawn
sunbathing
and one sits in a short
dress and high
heels, legs crossed
exposing miraculous
thighs.
she has a bandanna
on her head
and smokes a
long cigarette.
traffic slows
almost stops.
 
the girls ignore
the traffic.
they are half
asleep in the afternoon
they are whores
they are whores without
souls
and they are magic
because they lie
about nothing.
 
I get in my car
wait for traffic to
clear,
drive across the street
to the green hotel
to my favorite:
she is
sun-bathing on the
lawn nearest the
curb.
 
“hello,” I say.
she turns eyes like
imitation diamonds
up at me.
her face has no
expression.
 
I drop my latest
book of poems
out the car
window.
it falls
by her side.
 
I shift into
low,
drive off.
 
there’ll be some
laughs
tonight.

#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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